But... whoever it was, seeing that pained, twisted expression would probably feel the same way, right?
She strode past the soldier without looking again at his vacant expression, and turned her attention to the remaining soldiers who still had their guns raised.
"Had your fill of looking? You... aren't planning to put down your weapons?"
Yuxuan's sharp gaze swept over everyone present. In that instant, all of them—soldiers and survivors alike—put down their weapons.
Then, led by one of the survivors, they began to kneel one after another. Before long, all hundred or so people present were on their knees.
"Ah... an angel!"
"God..."
Some kept praising God, while others gazed at Yuxuan with fervent eyes. A few even closed their eyes and began reciting the Bible.
At that moment, they had all become devout followers of the angel.
Of course, Yuxuan hadn't meant to create that effect, but... it seemed her current appearance was simply too much for ordinary people to handle.
"Who's in charge on each side?"
Yuxuan glanced around at everyone present. A survivor in plain clothes and an officer stepped forward.
"Oh, God, my name is..."
"God, I..."
"I don't need to know your names."
Yuxuan looked at the two of them and raised a hand to stop their introductions, then surveyed the situation.
"Survivors, if you want to live, go to the Chinese Shelter. They should be able to offer you adequate protection there."
Then Yuxuan looked at the soldier kneeling in front of her, his head slick with cold sweat.
"Take your people and leave. If anyone in your unit truly regrets what they've done and wants to atone, they can go to the Chinese Shelter."
Yuxuan waved the two men away, then raised her head and surveyed the people kneeling before her. With